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1.EFour and twenty years ago, I come into this life. The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife. He was G5tired A5of being poE5or, and he wasG5n`t intoA5 selling door to doE5or. And he workedG5 like the devA5il to be moE7re. E
2.A different kind of poverty Now upsets me so, night after Sleeples night I walk the floor and Want to know why am I so alone Where is my woman Can I bring her home Have I driven her away Is she gone 3.Mornin` comes the sunrise and I`m Driven to my bed. I see that it is Empty and there`s devils in my head. I embrace the many-colored beast, I grow weary of the torment. Can there be no peace
G5 And I find myself A5just wishin` that my E7life would simply cease.